I don't know how long it took, He Zilong woke up and turned around.

Of course, it is better to say that he woke up to the strange smell. But after sleeping for a long time, he seemed to be much more refreshed, and he opened his eyes and looked around. Find yourself in what it looks like you're in a dungeon!

The cell smelled strange, damp after rain and the smell of dried blood. The whole space was very dim, except for a few oil seals on both sides that shone faintly. When the wind blew it, two lamps were extinguished.

Obviously, there is no daylight here all year round, and even the air is muddy. A normal person can't stand it for a while. It's no wonder that He Zilong gave the taste here and woke up directly from his coma.

From time to time, you can hear faint screams in other rooms, which shows that this place is not peaceful.

This makes He Zilong feel the depiction of the dungeon that he feels in the movie, the taste and darkness are not terrible, what is terrible is the thought, which will affect your mentality. A few rays of the sun's rays shone there, but they were swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and there was not a single ripple on the broken mud wall, which was like a coffin sitting in this remote corner, low and full of depression!

It gives the impression that there is not only the smell of dampness and blood, but also the smell of death.

On the wall outside the cell, there were only one or two small window openings that let in the light, and the windows were open high enough that the prisoners could not reach them with their hands raised. The little light that came in through that window hole was very faint!

However, from the hourglass calculator on the table opposite, it is not difficult to guess that it should be noon outside!

The earliest timekeeping instruments used by human beings were to use the length and direction of the sun's projection to determine time. The former is called a gauge and is used to measure the time of day, the seasons and directions, while the latter is called a sundial and is used to measure the time. The two are collectively known as the Sun Clock!

But this is the underground world, and there is no movement of the sun as a reference, or a special reference is not very accurate. Therefore, there is an hourglass master timer, which also shows that the people below are not stupid.

He Zilong waved his hand and found that there was nothing wrong with his body.

Except for a little hungry, it seems to be okay. So he got up and walked around his cell.

"I should consider this a VIP cell, it's still a private room, and it's quite large. Well, there are still animal skins as quilts on the bed, except that the walls are a little miserable, and the screams outside are a little scary, it doesn't seem to be bad......" He Zilong looked around, compared a cell opposite, looked at his own, and concluded this conclusion.

It's the same cell, and the one on the other side is much more normal.

Not only that, it was dim and damp, it was as oppressive as hell. Judging from the prisoners hanging on the walls, the shackles and chains that locked the prisoners to prevent them from escaping were still hanging on the walls of the dungeon, and they were rusty. There were still two gray-white bones left in the iron ring of the shackles, probably human leg bones, which showed that the prisoner was not only emaciated to death in the prison, but also tortured into a skeleton.

I'm afraid that this prisoner, even if he doesn't die, will die soon!

And his cell, which is so close to each other, is not only much cleaner, but also welfare, and no one comes to punish him!

Just as He Zilong was thinking, the sound of walking came from the aisle, and it seemed that more than one person had come.

He Zilong hurriedly returned to the floor and pretended to sleep!

-

"Why did he sleep on the floor, not ...... bed?" A nice female voice sounded outside He Zilong's cell, and He Zilong heard it, this is Yula.

"Returning to the messenger, he was sleeping in a bed, but he may have slept dishonestly, and he fell from the bed to the ground. Don't worry, we'll go in and carry him to the bed......" The guard replied cautiously.

"No, you go out, guard the entrance, and don't let the idlers wait. I've got something to do, I'll call you over later......" said Jura, the dragon maiden.

"Yes, yes......" The guards stepped back and handed over the key.

Then there was the sound of the cell door opening and footsteps coming in.

"Don't pretend to be asleep, you should wake up when you count the time, and besides, I can still tell the difference between real and false faintness......" Yula's voice sounded in the cell.

"Why am I ...... here?" only made people find out that they were pretending to be dizzy, and He Zilong also knew that people had no malicious intentions, so he simply got up neatly.

"Well, so you're really pretending to be dizzy. I'll try, lie to you, and you'll really get up, hehe......" Yura smiled and replied, with a look on your face that you were pretending to be dizzy.

He Zilong: "......"

It is said that a woman's mind is difficult to guess, and the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive people, and the ancients did not deceive me.

But the joke was just a joke after all, and after laughing, Yura came closer. also sat on He Zilong's animal skin prison bed, a pair of long legs swayed from side to side, and a tail moved around on the bed, and this space was all occupied by her.

"You know what? You're almost going to die, and even if you weren't, you'd be condemned to death for the temple......" Jura said suddenly, looking at the ceiling.

"Why ......?" He Zilong asked rhetorically.

"Hehe, why? It seems that the relationship between you and the saint is not ordinary, you must know that a man's blood cannot drip on the dragon egg, this is an ancient precept. If it weren't for the saint's desperate efforts to protect you, I'm afraid that the elders would have condemned you to death, and you would have been thrown into a snake cave when you fainted, and you would have been bitten to death by ten thousand snakes, and you would have rotted through your heart and body......," Yura continued.

He Zilong heard a chill and threw him into the snake pile and bit him to death?

Alas, this way of death makes people's scalps tingle when they hear it, it is simply comparable to the king of the Shang Dynasty, who plays people to death like this.

"Later, some of the elders said, 'You can be exempted from capital crimes, but you will inevitably suffer from living crimes,...... you will be subjected to water punishment," Jura continued.

"...... drip?" He Zilong asked incomprehensibly, and Yula heard the rhetorical question, so he explained to He Zilong what drip punishment was. It doesn't matter if you don't listen to this, when I hear He Zilong, my scalp is even more numb. His face turned white with fright!

Isn't this the kind invented by the King of the Rings, and there are people here who want to harm people?

The so-called drip punishment, in the minds of the Chinese, the inventor is the king of Xun, and according to legend, this punishment also originated from a coincidence. One day, the king was walking in his palace, and there was someone around him holding his beloved pet, a leopard.

There was a subordinate who brought tea to the king, and he was a little nervous because of this battle, so he accidentally spilled the tea on the king's body.

The subordinates were already frightened, everyone knew that the king was cruel, and offending the king was not only a capital crime, but also a cruel death.

Who would have thought that this time the king was not angry, but smiled and said, this time you will not be punished with a sword. The subordinates who escaped the catastrophe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, but they never thought that the punishment would be even more cruel later.

The king called the man in charge of the torture and ordered him to tie his subordinates to a chair, fix their heads, and hang a wooden plank with a round hole above their heads.

Then hang a bucket of water on the head, and make a small hole in the bottom of the bucket so that the water droplets can seep out, and little by little they drip on the top of the prisoner's head. Every day, the prisoner refilled the bucket with water, and kept dripping down.

Everyone knows the story of the water drop stone wearing, although a drop of water is nothing, but it can't stand the extension of time.

As long as the drip lasts for a long time, the scalp will be softened by the blisters, the skin will begin to rot, and finally attract a large number of mosquitoes and flies, until people are worse than death, and the pain is a hundred times more painful. And it's a long process, and that's the scariest thing.

-